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dumbshow2018-11-24 10:16 pm
appliances) wrote in dumbshow2018-11-24 10:16 pm
highly new, slightly improved open post
assorted morons
optional prompts/ideas
☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen |
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Still, there comes a point when even a smiling Moomintroll can't make up for the rest, which—hmm. Snufkin is who he is; Snufkin likes who he is, and yet, even though he knows that leaving is a perfectly him thing to do, he can't help but to feel the slightest bit guilty as he watches Moomintroll laugh and smile and (frequently) glance over his way. It's not that he wants to leave Moomintroll behind again? It's just that... staying will do neither of them any good.
...Leaving, however? Hmm. Perhaps there is a way to save the evening, even if it's somewhat selfish... but that's a thing he can worry about later. For now: digging through his pocket produces a) a scrap of paper and b) a stub of a pencil, two things he quickly puts to good use. A map is an easy enough thing to draw! The stream flows this way; a particularly interesting mushroom-filled stump (in Snufkin's opinion, anyway) sits here; an oddly shaped tree leans over there—it's obviously a very clear, very detailed thing, and Snufkin feels quite good about it as he tucks it under his glass. There! Now he won't leave Moomintroll high and dry at all; now Moomintroll can find him, if he really wishes to. If he doesn't mind leaving the party.
But that's Moomintroll's choice to make, which Snufkin feels rather pleased about as he sneaks away into the shadows. Even if Snufkin wants Moomintroll to follow him—which he has to admit that he does—it's not like he's pushing Moomintroll to do anything at all. This is fine! This is all fine indeed, and so he makes his way down his own familiar path, finds the quiet clearing that marks its end, and... sits by a tree. Waits. Listens to the nighttime noises all around him.
Until, of course, he hears a faint... shout. A faint, familiar shout that brings a small smile to his face. Calling back, though? Perish the thought. A treasure hunt is only fun when there's some mystery involved; Snufkin knows this, and this is why he pulls out his harmonica and settles back against his tree. From the sound of it, Moomintroll isn't too terribly far. He'll be fine! And until he arrives, Snufkin is free to sit here and play a tune everyone in Moominvalley now knows by heart.
(Because, well. Hunting for treasure is excellent fun, but surely a tiny hint won't hurt.)]
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There are plenty of parties, after all, but only one Snufkin. Moomintroll does a lap of the weird stump, like, three times, trying to figure out just which tree this drawing of a tree is supposed to represent, and then he hears the music and perks up immediately. He looks back over his shoulder, just in case Snufkin's harmonica is a beacon to every other person they know, but it doesn't seem like it— small victories.
So, oh boy! Snufkin!! He hurries in the direction of the music, maybe-kinda-sorta skipping the last intricate curves of the map's path to climb over a log, trip, and hop the last few feet before he pops around Snufkin's tree. Hey!!]
Snufkin! [Ah, be cool, Moomintroll.] Oh- that is, hey. Snufkin. Fancy meeting you out here.
[ehehehe snufkin]
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And as exuberant as ever, even if he quickly tries to affect a cooler, more casual air. Aha. Snufkin blitzes through those last few notes, finishing with a flourish before he lowers the harmonica to his lap.]
Moomintroll.
[A simple, calm greeting, one he follows up with a simple, calm smile. He's happy that Moomintroll is here with him, that they can spend time talking about anything and everything without Sniff, like, chiming in for no real reason, but one doesn't need to necessarily show such a strong emotion. Feeling it is enough.]
A fine night for a walk, wouldn't you agree? [A brief glance up at the sky—a lovely sight!—before he adds:] ...I hope the map wasn't too difficult to follow.
[He Knows.]
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He's still holding the map, though, so now— they can look at it together! Snufkin wants to gaze upon his own handiwork for sure, as Moomintroll holds it up as dramatically as possible.]
It's... [not to scale] It was great! The stump and the trees- oh, and the stream...
[He's going to tape it to his wall and keep it forever! A fun fact Snufkin will learn like, three weeks from now, when Moomintroll can get him to enter a building for more than five minutes again. Hmm. Yeah, that sounds good.
But anyway.]
Hmm. Well, you know, obviously. So what's the treasure? Is it this tree?
[just kidding it's snufkin!!!!]
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...Mental note: take Moomintroll back to the cool stump before winter sets in. For now, though, Snufkin tucks his harmonica back into a pocket and takes in the sight of the sea of grass before him. Like, he gets it, Moomintroll, and he was indeed part of the prize here, but consider:]
This tree, and all of the others.
[Listen to this hippie. Listen to that quiet, content sigh.]
Come. Sit, [Snufkin says, looking back up at Moomintroll as he pats the ground next to him. There's enough tree here to share.] Tell me what you see.
[It's... a clearing, surrounded by tons of tall trees? Full of grass and flowers and other neat little plants? With insects lazily buzzing all about? During a perfectly pleasant summer night? In short: Heaven.]
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Something like that, anyway. If he were fishing he'd think about little details, wobbly bugs and bait and so on. But right now? Maybe Snufkin wants him to look at interesting plants, or flowers... but Moomintroll looks across the clearing, sees the bugs and the pleasant summer everything, and then his gaze drifts inevitably upwards. Through the trees. It's not quite pitch dark yet, but—]
Stars, [he says, and then points upward, just in case he's not being clear. Look up there, Snufkin! Stars!!
The clearing is nice, the clearing is beautiful, but he can't help it - he has the heart of an adventurer...! Ah, but-]
Of course, it's- why don't you tell me what you see? You know how to do it better than anyone.
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...Still, Snufkin follows Moomintroll's lead and looks up above. He, too, is weak for stars, although his fondness stems from, mmm, a sense of... wonder. Sometimes a Snufkin likes to look up at the night sky and ponder what, exactly, is going on up there, you know? Who lives among the stars... what do stars look like up close...
But why they like the stars isn't all the important; the fact that they both do is all that really matters in the end. It's another thing for them to share, and that makes Snufkin feel a small burst of fondness for his friend. He is... so good. In so many ways. A wonderful Moomin.]
I'm not so sure about that.
[Moomintroll would do a fine job and they both know it! But—alright, alright. The best way to summarize this lovely evening would be to think of a new song, and yet... hmm...]
It's like a party, don't you think? The bugs are the noisy guests, the wind is the music, the stars are the lanterns... [This shitty poetry could go on, but. He'll rein it in, all so he can lean over Moomintroll's way.] There's just less lemonade.
[Or, well. No lemonade. Sad.]
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Either way: he just likes to hear Snufkin talk about... anything! He looks at the clearing again, while Snufkin paints his beautiful word picture, trying to visualize this nature party. It hardly lasts long, because his gaze darts back to Snufkin pretty much the second he moves. Uhhh, habit? Hi, Snufkin.]
To be fair, you didn't put any lemonade on the map. I'd have brought some if you had.
[And quite possibly wiped out with it when he tripped earlier, but the attempt would have been made. Still, he says it in good humor, leaning minutely towards Snufkin in turn.]
If we're having our own party all the way out here, does that mean you're going to dance? [click those heels together, buddy] I could hum for a change.
[This is only like, 70% gentle teasing. Get turnt, Snufkin......]
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Well, it's a good thing that Moomintroll moves right along! Teasing is much, much easier to deal with, which is why he doesn't even bother to move back. They're fine like this? This is fine. Comfortable.]
I've never been much of a dancer. [A lie? Hmm. He cants his head to the side, giving Moomintroll an amused, almost appraising sort of smile.] But I would like to hear your song.
[Time to show off that creativity, Moomintroll. He trapped himself so neatly.]
who is this creature
Oh— oh yeah, yeah, of course, I can do that. I have [ahem] plenty of songs. Just loads.
[For example, he remembers more or less most of Snufkin's songs, as well as he can, in a world where only one Snufkin plays music and the radio only plays one song ever. That is: ...passably, but that wouldn't be impressive. He's learned his lesson about trying to fit himself into a role that isn't his, so remixing Snufkin's songs isn't the point. If he's really going to come up with his tune, then what should it be about...
Well, he is going to hum something, the best he can, starting with idly tapping out a rhythm on his knees. The tune itself isn't a work of art; something wandering, trying to get its sea legs as it goes along, in a manner of speaking- humming- very Moomintroll at its center. Specifically, the Moomintroll who sneaks away from parties to spend time alone with Snufkin and hum little songs, while the Moomintroll that leans on theatrics takes the night off. He's just humming his little nonsense tune, leaning closer to Snufkin, not making it a whole thing— it's nice! Don't mind his subpar melody.]